Now that it’s completed, Constitution +2, indeed the basic attribute reward has increased again.
In the Level 1 world over there, completion gives 0.5 Constitution points.
However, the good thing about the dangerous game is that there’s a rare reinforcement choice, maybe with some luck, something related to Martial Arts could be unlocked.
But compared to the real-world basic talent bonuses inside the potatoes, it’s lower.
Zhang Feng feels that the attributes of the potato are several times better than Intermediate Martial Arts, because it has a small entry comparable to an all-character bonus.
Base value is always the most important.
Martial Arts is considered secondary, after all, the real world can provide new meridians.
Then use one’s revival opportunities, to digest and verify.
Consider it as learning, accumulating, consuming adventure revival resources, and then producing fruit.
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At least nothing is wasted.
Thinking of this, Zhang Feng chose 2, the potato.
At the same time, it’s not directly strengthening oneself, but similar to an item, a very round potato appeared in mid-air.
To be honest, Zhang Feng has never seen one so round.
Crunch, took a bite, a bit crisp, a bit sweet, like eating an apple.
A few bites down the throat.
Zhang Feng saw his attributes change, and gained a few status bonuses, as well as defect attributes, all from the potato’s entries.
Having just looked at it, he didn’t examine it closely.
Zhang Feng continued to look at the second reinforcement.
[2: Reaction Speed -0.003]
[3: Martial Arts +0.4]
Chose 3, then looked toward the third reinforcement.
[1: A bottle of high-energy drink, maintains full water supply for 1 day]
[2: Digestion and Absorption +30 grams]
[3: Reaction Speed -0.002]
Zhang Feng didn’t choose his favorite 2, but was prepared to wait.
In case he couldn’t find a water source, then 1 would still be very strong.
At least it can secure the ’water shortage tolerance’ at the beginning.
Zhang Feng also collected his thoughts, looked at his limbs, and opened the meridians.
Even if the right leg was lame, and the muscles were somewhat deformed, Zhang Feng was familiar with human body functions and could achieve accurate resonance opening.
Just under the interference of muscle deformation and atrophy, the time would be slightly longer.
Thus, Zhang Feng stayed in the room for half an hour.
Basically, everything except the right lower leg was opened to a good extent.
Blood Qi, viscera, and Inner Strength are not opened first because there’s no food.
If opened, combined with the current high digestion and absorption value, within a day, he could starve himself to death.
Zhang Feng was preparing to open a few unfamiliar training meridians on his shoulders.
The sound of someone climbing stairs came from outside the door.
About a few seconds later.
A burly man in his forties, wearing a large tank top and sporting a thick beard, pushed open the door with a big hand and said to Zhang Feng:
"Zhang the Cripple, it’s about to get dark, let’s go, find water, find food."
He said, glancing at the conductor’s hat on Zhang Feng’s head, "Whoa! Where did you get that stylish hat?"
"Picked it up." Zhang Feng limped, following his messy-haired companion.
He had a machete hanging from his waist, but several parts of the blade were a bit chipped.
Briefly glanced around, Zhang Feng, while heading out, asked, "Beard, do you have any food now? I’m hungry."
’Beard’ was the ’wasteland companion’ Zhang Feng had encountered these days.
The two were both straightforward in personality, got along well, and thus traveled together.
"Still have three pieces of bread." He took out a palm-sized baked cake from the small waist pouch on his side, "You owe me one piece of bread, every three days, you owe me 0.1 more."
"Got it, noted." Zhang Feng chewed on the somewhat dry and hard cake, following him downstairs,
"Still have two bottles of water." Beard said as he went down the stairs, looking back at Zhang Feng, "Cripple, the water interest is 0.2 every three days, you sure you want it?"
"Hand it over." Zhang Feng supported himself on the stairs as he went down, "By the way, one more question, do you know about the Hope subway station?"
The subway station, it’s a side quest.
"What kind of attack subway station?" Beard handed Zhang Feng the water, "Do you want to hijack a train? It’s already been a long time since the subway stopped running."
"It’s anticipation." Zhang Feng took a sip of water, "Xi is for hope, Ji is..."
"Anticipation, I finished high school before the apocalypse, I know." The bearded man nodded, then shook his head, "But I don’t know this subway station.
But I know you owe me water, 0.2."
"Can you use ’but’ like that?" Zhang Feng felt a bit strange listening to it.
"Why not?" The bearded man was indifferent, "I went to high school, trust me, you can use it like that.
Also, don’t change the subject, you owe me 0.1 and 0.2."
Seeing that the bearded man didn’t know, Zhang Feng didn’t ask further or pay him any mind, just followed him downstairs.
Reaching the shadow downstairs, Zhang Feng observed the street closely, seeing the ground cracked from the heat, the distant air seemingly warped by the scorching heat.
"This damn weather..." The bearded man walked over to an old jeep parked nearby.
Zhang Feng and he had no shade, so they could only wait for the sun to go down.
It was now seven in the evening, and in about twenty minutes, they would see no more daylight.
By then, the temperature would strangely drop, with hardly any residual heat from the ground, settling around eighteen degrees.
"You owe me bread and water."
While waiting for sunset, the bearded man suddenly said to Zhang Feng, seemingly trying to make conversation.
Zhang Feng sat in the shadow by the roadside downstairs, feeling the scorching ground temperature, not wanting to talk, feeling that the heat was similar to indoors.
Anyway, it was like being in a sauna.
Better to be outside, occasionally catching some breeze.
"Aren’t you hot?" The bearded man saw Zhang Feng always wearing a hat and was curious, "Aren’t you suffocating?"
Zhang Feng, trying to conserve water, didn’t want to answer this boring question.
But hearing him ask, he knew his high-temperature potato was working.
Thinking to himself, he took another sip of water.
The bottle was just a regular soda bottle, now half consumed.
"Save some." The bearded man tightened his grip on the last bottle of water in his small bag, seeing how quickly Zhang Feng was drinking, "0.2."
"You damn beard." Zhang Feng couldn’t hold back hearing him mutter again, "Can’t you shut up?"
As he said this, whoosh—
A car sound suddenly came from a distance.
A jeep with a shade cloth was driving straight towards Zhang Feng, accelerating.
Zhang Feng glanced at it, getting up from the curb, limping quickly a few steps, grabbing the bearded man’s vest, pulling them towards a building two meters behind.
The car stopped upon seeing the curb.
Click, the car door opened, and four bare-chested men in shorts got out.
They held machetes, looking at Zhang Feng two meters away.
Zhang Feng looked back at them.
The next second, they silently spread out, wielding machetes, attacking Zhang Feng and the bearded man!
Kill first, inspect the spoils later, even if there was none, it would still be two pieces of meat.
But Zhang Feng moved faster, stepping out with his left foot two meters, his right arm blocking a bald youth’s wrist, while his left hand seized his wrist, bringing his knife down, then reversed grip, the blade slicing the neck of a man beside him.
The blade shifted, pulling back again, slitting the bald youth’s throat.
Within a second, Zhang Feng killed two men.
The bearded man also pulled out a long-handled machete from behind his waist, pointing it at another rushing man, and they faced off.
The last man said nothing, didn’t advance, but after looking fearfully at Zhang Feng and the two corpses, turned and ran.
Zhang Feng threw his blade, it precisely embedded in the center of the man’s back.
Plop... His body fell, kicking up a circle of dust, blood foam bubbling from his mouth, but he was not dead.
Zhang Feng ignored him, bending to pick up a knife from a dead man’s hand, flicking it towards the bearded man’s opponent’s neck, the blade slicing three inches into the flesh.
The bearded man still maintained his stance but looked at Zhang Feng in amazement, speaking the first words after the silent killing,
"Awesome! Cripple! We’ve been on the road for three days, and this is the first time I know you’re so awesome!
Being this awesome, I guess you won’t owe me 0.1 and 0.2, right?"
Zhang Feng ignored him, limping forward, passing the body with the knife in its vest, twisting the blade to ensure he was dead, then reaching their car,
"Beard, we’ve got some cloth."
Zhang Feng patted the car, then retrieved a bottle of water and a dark, mixed-grain bun from the backseat, tossing them to the bearded man who caught them hastily,
"This apocalypse is indeed real; everyone’s a stranger with not much to say.
Seeing they can’t run you over, they come at you with blades, pretty good.
Just, stop your muttering."